the pains of being black at heart

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A text that I should put inside all of my books

This book belongs to none but me For there’s my name inside to see. To steal this book, if you should try, It’s by the throat that you’ll hang high. And ravens then will gather “bout Ro find your eyes and pull them out. And when you’re screaming “oh,oh,oh!” Remembrt, you desserved this woe.